A/N: Hey! Here's a nice little meet-cute. I have a part 2 planned but I don't know how far I'm gonna go with it. I might just drop in every once in a while.

Robin Locksely always considered himself a careful man.

Sure, same as any man he was known to seek a thrill or two, but when it came to his decisions he prided himself on his ability to think things through. He always took his time in order to make the right choice, especially when it came to things of importance.

Case in point: his son's stroller.

Being a single father was never something Robin expected to be. When Marian had died less than a week after Roland's birth he'd been shell shocked to say the least. (He'd never be able to look at a pregnant woman without hearing the words postpartum hemorrhage in the back of his head again.) Without her guidance he couldn't help but second-guess almost every choice he'd made concerning their son, Roland. Whether he was picking the right brand of formula or sticking his diapers too tight, a part of him would always stop to wonder whether Marian would've done it differently.

However, the one choice he would never be able to second-guess was his son's stroller.

It was the last big baby decision that he and Marian had made together. Together they'd agonized over which one to buy. Trolling through numerous online websites and checking each one for safety, comfort and price. Robin probably spent more time thinking through his son's stroller than he did his first car.

In the end they'd settled on a dark blue, top of the line jogger stroller with three happy brown bears stitched onto the hood. Roland absolutely loved the thing. As Robin discovered soon after his son's birth, one short ride around the block in his stroller and Roland would certainly pass out. That one ability made it Robin's favorite item in the world.

And he wasn't the only one who favored it.

In the six months since his son's birth Robin had run into more than a few parents who had the same stroller as him. Apparently, it was a top seller online and in stores. But that wasn't something that Robin had given much thought to… until now.

He'd only planned on taking a quick walk to the store with his son. Belle, his younger sister, had needed him to pick up some ingredients for dinner that she'd forgotten. (She'd moved in with him shortly after Marian's death, something he'd never be able to thank her enough for.) Roland had been a little colicky anyway, so Robin figured the fresh air and stroller would do him some good. He was right. By the time they'd made it three blocks to the bodega, Roland had been utterly peaceful. It was autumn and the weather was beautiful so he'd decided to take the long way home through the park. Even stopped at the coffee cart on halfway through.

By the time he'd gotten home he'd felt completely relaxed. Looking in the stroller's storage area to put away the groceries, he'd frowned when he'd saw nothing but a small black women's handbag in their place. What? How did that get there? Where were the groceries? He was sure he'd put them in there. Yes, he'd certainly had, right after checking out with the cashier.

Mulling it over in his head, he'd stepped around to the front stroller to retrieve and gasped in shock.

From behind his back he heard Belle come out from her room. He turned to see her approaching him with a bright smile on her face. "Hey," she warmly greeted him. "Did Roland enjoy your walk to the store?"

Robin open and closed his mouth before softly responding, "I don't know…"

Smile still in place Belle tilted her head at him curiously. "You don't know?"

Robin felt his throat grow tight and his heart begin to race. "He's not here."

"What?"

Robin swallowed hard as his gaze dropped down to the baby in the stroller. "Belle, this baby isn't mine."

A nervous chuckle escaped from Belle as she narrowed her eyes at him. "What? What are you talking about?"

Striding across the living towards him, her smile dropped away when she saw a little boy, maybe one or two-years-old sitting in her nephew's stroller, with Roland nowhere in sight. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as her eyes flitted back up to her brother's shocked face. "Robin whose baby is this?"

Robin's hand drifted up to run over his scalp as he stared down at the child in his stroller. His dark brown hair was not the same shade as his son's jet black nor anywhere near as curly. And his cheeks were devoid of the dimples that Roland was so frequently complimented on. His eyes were wide open and Robin could see that they were a light shade of hazel and not the deep chocolate brown that he saw in Roland's eyes every day.

Everything about this child just screamed "NOT ROLAND" and it was making his heart explode with terror.

"Robin whose kid is this?!" Belle raised her voice trying to break through Robin's mental fog.

He just franticly shook his head and whispered, "I-I don't know."

"Well where is Roland?!" Her voice began to tremble as she was infected by Robin's panic. She started looking around the stroller as if she'd find her six-month-old nephew hidden somewhere in its gears. Robin watched her, utterly stricken as the various scenarios flashed in his head.

Was Roland kidnapped? Did someone take his son? If so, then why leave this other baby behind? Maybe they didn't want him. What if he forgot his son somewhere? What if he never saw him again?

Marian would be so ashamed of him.

He was broken out of his stupor by a sharp sound. He looked down to see Belle on the floor next to the stroller, franticly dumping out the contents of the black handbag he'd found in the stroller's storage.

He gave his head a little shake before asking, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for a business card, or an ID, or something that will help us find where Henry came from," she said, a fearful determination in her tone.

Robin immediately joined her on the floor. "Henry?" he questioned.

She nodded her head toward the stroller. "Baby blanket."

Robin whipped his head back toward the stroller where the baby boy sat. He noticed that behind him was a soft, blue baby blanket. Embroidered on the side in fancy letters was the name "HENRY."

He whispers the name, "Henry."

The boy whips his head toward him, eyes lighting up at the sound of his own name and lets a garbled little giggle. Robin, head still swarming with worry over his own child, only able to manage a tight grimace in response. Lost, unclaimed, and stuck with people who have no idea who he is and Henry is probably the calmest of the three of them.

Suddenly the sound of an electronic mamba fills the otherwise silent apartment. Immediately both his and Belle's heads snap toward the back of the stroller. The sound appears to be coming from behind one of its wheels, Robin reaches behind it to find a ringing smartphone that had probably slid under the stroller when Belle dumped out the purse. Its screen is lit up with the name "MARY-MARGARET."

Without hesitation he answers the call, Belle leaning closer to him in order to better hear the voice on the other line.

"Hello? Who is this?" Robin demands, his tone frantic and impolite.

"Yes! Hello! Do you have my son?!" The voice on the other line belongs to a woman. She sounds as panicked as he feels. It softens him a bit but not that much.

"Do you have mine?" he questions.

"Yes! I-I think so…" she responds, her voice wavering a bit. A thick pause passes between them. "Do you have Henry? Please tell me."

Her voice is trembling. Robin is willing to bet anything that she's trying not to cry. Damn it he was struggling with it himself.

"Yes, I have Henry," he answers, as calmly as he can. After a moment's hesitation he adds, "He's fine."

He hears a whoosh on the other side of the phone and knows she's let out a sigh of relief. Belle widens her eyes at him and he only shrugs his shoulders, unable to elaborate further.

"Your son is fine too," she says, and he feels a fraction of his panic recedes. "He's been with me since… I don't know when exactly. I just found him when I got to the park."

More of Robin's terror fades as he listens to her try to explain herself. It's looking more and more like this was simply a misunderstanding. As he rises to his feet, his eyes drop down to the three bears on the hood of the stroller.

"Does your stroller have three bears on it?" he whispers, as things suddenly begin to click in his mind. "Because mine does."

There's another pause as he hears her grow silent. "Oh my god," he hears her gasp. "You don't think…"

"If there are bell peppers in the bottom of your stroller then yes I do," he moans, closing his eyes in shame. "We must've accidentally grabbed each other's strollers in the park."

"Oh my god I can't believe this is happening," she whispers. A moment passes as they both try to comprehend exactly how they let this happen. The woman is the first to speak. "Well I'm sure you're anxious to get…"

"Roland," he supplies.

"Yes, I'm sure you're anxious to get Roland back, just like I am about my son. So I suppose, I'll just… bring him to you."

"Yes and we can… swap our sons back," he mutters. Letting out a painful sigh he adds, "I can't believe I just said that sentence."

He hears a forced chuckle coming from the other line. "Believe this is not a gold star in my parenting book either."

"Are you still at the park?" he asks. "I can meet you there."

"Yes," she says, her voice still a little strained. "I'm at the children's playground in the Southeast area."

"I'll meet you there as soon as I can," promises Robin. After muttering a quick goodbye, he lets out a short, relieved breath. His son was not taken from him. It was a simple misunderstanding that would soon be corrected. Thank god.

"Well?!" The urgency is clear in Belle's voice as she expectantly stares at her brother.

"He's with a woman in the park. We must've accidentally swapped strollers," he explained. "I'm heading over there now to get him."

He sees her let out a short breath. "Okay good. I'm coming with." She swiftly heads back toward her room to get her jacket, before spinning on her heel. "Oh remember to pack up her purse again."

Robin immediately does so as his sister searches for her jacket. He can hardly focus on what he's doing. All he can think about is getting to the park as quickly as possible and finding the woman who has his son.

TBC

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